April 15
Although pronounced dead she visits me anyway
I see her weed the flowers and I see her wait in lines
on a morning quiet as death
on a paved walkway
I struggle
she walks behind me slowly
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Although pronounced dead she visits me anyway
I see her weed the flowers and I see her wait in lines
on a morning quiet as death
on a paved walkway
I struggle
she walks behind me slowly
There Was Only Morning I had always betrayed God, even when I knew him. I’d been out here longing for the slow jam, the dark dance club, your wrists, watch the way her left hip flicks when she dances
Virtual people who are my friends Oprah Ina Garten the guy from Foodwishes DOT com the creepy Foodgeek guy A few 20-something Christian youtubers and their sisters Shaun the Irish sourdough baker work
Ten Cents Second in line lives in your pocket she'll click when your knee aches and jingle when you left-hand-jostle to remind yourself she's there her olive branch is right next to her torch for you